Blackmore
"Heh." He nodded and got up nonchalantly. So what if he knew? It's not like his desire was malicious, it was quite dull and ordinary if anything. After all, who doesn't want to reach greater heights?
"One more thing though..." He noted, for there was one excruciating detail both almost forgot. All these scraps of garbage wouldn't clean themselves.
He whistled, and as soon as he did that, a couple of orbs emerged from the ground, as if they had been lying down below all along waiting for a command. Their form was simple, but their composition and appearance was completely and utterly alien, there wasn't a single body in this planet that could replicate its properties.
At first sight, they seemed solid, but they passed through the earth like intangible ghosts. Pink and purple cracked in each of these orbs, but even that hue seemed too unnatural, like it was the only way someone's mind could register such a thing. And as soon as these alien masses were stationed around their targets, their veneer broke and they reacted.
And then there was light, a silent burst of energy, and when the brightness faded, there was no blood or flesh remaining in sight. Their surroundings were nothing more than cracked and molten asphalt and the occasional rubble. He had barely charged them at full power, but he released precise amounts of dark matter, and the results were evident. There was no trace of blood or corpse left in this world, as if they had been smitten down of existence by an incomprehensible force.
"Dark matter." It was all he said, and all he needed to say. If he truly could read him it should be more than enough for him to put two and two together, but he didn't care about that in the first place. Instead, he departed and walked forth to the horizon, his new companion hanging by his shoulder.
